Chapter ninety

But before that, she had to change her sheets. She groaned in exasperation, thinking of how changing to a new sheet was stressful as hell. But she reminded herself that if she didn't do it, nobody was going to.

 

 In less than ten minutes, she had put on fresh pads. Her stomach grumbled and she totally forgot about the sheets she was going to change and walked to her door. Her destination was her kitchen and she needed some chocolate and ice cream to feel a lot better.

 

 Remembering that she had to order all these, her hand slipped from her door handle and she walked back into her room to get her cellphone. Her eyes hit the stain on her sheet and she cringed and decided she was going to clean that up later. It was her bed and she used it alone.

 

 As she stepped into her living room, a sweet smell wafted into her nose.

 

 Was this aroma coming from the lower or upper floor? Because she didn't remember employing any special cook.